If The Shoe Fits. [A Cinderella Tale]

If The Shoe Fits. [A Cinderella Tale]

Dressed in rags she kneeled down to wash the floor,
As her wretched step sisters watched from the door;
"Make sure that floor shines nice and bright,
We're going to the town ball, we'll be back later tonight!"

With a tear in her eye, she scrubbed as hard as she could,
For she knew, there was no place there for the misunderstood;
Dressed in rags - a servant would surely be turned away,
And they say; there is no place for her in an elegant soiree.

"Oh Deary me, pick yourself up off those dirty tiles,
Put down that old rag and replace those tears with a smile!"
She jumped up as fast as she could, "Who's there?"
"Don't be alarmed Darling, let's find you a dress to wear!"

With a flick of a wand, she was dressed in a silver gown,
And on top of her head she wore a tiny tiara crown;
"A real lady would never go to a ball on foot, would she?
We need to find you a coach now, wouldn't you agree?"

A pumpkin off to the side was changed into a coach so nice,
And seven horses appeared in the place of seven mice.
"When the clock strikes midnight, the spell will run out."
Ran through her head as she looked around with doubt.

From the corner of a prince's eye he saw her standing there,
Stopping his dance, he thanked her in this despair;
"Good evening my fair lady, care to join me outside?"
He asked politely as he swallowed all of his pride.

Under the moon and the stars he lightly took her hand,
But she just stood there amazed - unable to understand;
"To dance with you, my love - would be an honor to bestow."
"Okay I will give you one dance, but then I really must go!"

The clock struck midnight as she pushed out of his grasp,
"Wait!" He shouted as she pulled her arm out of his clasp;
Left behind on the ballroom stairs was one tiny shoe,
The prince held it tight, "Oh my Darling, I will find you!"

To the ministers he did go, and of his love he admit;
"Don't give up until you find whose feet the slipper fits!"
With only one girl left in town, the prince was distraught;
"A girl in rags was not the one!" her stepmother fought.

Cinderella sat down upon the little wooden chair;
With all eyes set on her, everyone did stare,
A glass slipper sat in a ministers hand, "Your feet?"
As she lifted her foot up - her heart began to beat.

The shoe fit perfect and the crowd was taken aback,
"Come with us" whispered a minister named Jack;
Standing before the prince was his bride, or lack thereof,
And later that evening, he'd marry his one true love.

© Jenna Elphick
November 21, 2006